I remember the energy that flowed between us when I was too small to understand language. It was feeling. You held me often. You were always fun and happy. We traveled to Seattle together and I saw the first street fair which would become my territory for the following years. I moved to Montana, only visiting Greg and the boys. In 1981 I received that dreaded call.... auto accident.
Gregory Jay Van Kirk
Greg's life is full of adventure......the story we all favor is of him in the VW bug, driving with a baseball bat. Nice........ Greg grew some of the nicest Kind I have ever seen....and when offered, I took the biggest.